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By not*about*you Date: 2007 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.08.15.05.31137]] |
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The years have passed and what a trip - without you - always missing - passing Time flowing like waves in the sea of you - i barely survived - long pauses - silence Running around the world to only see your images From the streets of Rome, to the bells of Nazareth, Among the prayers and sounds of Kathmandu, and Beyond the light to the darkness of Iceland -- All picturesque like the pieces of my memories Of you and only you dearest Following my heart to every corner Because I know it is you spirit chaser. And of love? Rituals connect us to the myserious - place called Home - Of you - from the sacrificial chickens to cleanse of our sins, to the prayers of Jerusalem and the chanting of the Buddhist Monks - yearly my spirit connects to you. And of Home? A picture name echo in the wind. I shall - add - another - ritual - I am like your vodoo doll: your love sticking needles - and - At every point I become lost in the endlessness of this Galaxy of your Home. Year after year of piling Things to do - for you - countless as the stars In the mosque they too shall chant your name for grace For love, for success and for me to always love you. And if the memory dies with the love? The witch doctors spell against a curs'd love unwinding intertwined branches What shall you say? What shall you do? To remind me? |